Friday, January 04, 2013

Polio kid

 Polio kid
 This is part of Asylum...

" Ok now we are done with the tour-" the sister had announced.

" What?" I responded with a perplexed look.

" We're done the tour if you want to learn more about the patients, go into the office so you can read all their files." She had pointed to a small room that had white walls, glass windows and huge stacks of files with filing cabinets hidden in between.

A priest came running down the hallway. "Sister Mary, we need you at the prayer! Who's this?" He had said practically out of breathe.

" Oh, um, this is our new sister-"

" Hello." I had abruptly interrupted. " The name is Angelia."

" Nice to meet you." The priest then turned to sister Mary and gave her a look. Sister Mary then assured him and ran with priest to the 'prayer'.

After the priest and the sister had left, I decided to go to the office. Curiosity had filled my head with just a thought of reading the patients files, which sounds kind of mean but if you're some one that likes to read and all you've heard so far today is the history of a room that now smells of cleaning products and death it would be nice to get your mind on something else.

Then at a random pick of the files I saw the name, HENRY KINGLIE that was the patient name, 
age: 14, same age I was when I lost both my parents in the fire, his background had read:
          He was three years old when he lost his mother to ammonia. Father is unknown. Foster parents had explained that every night he would be screaming for his mother. 
When he entered the asylum, Henry showed symptoms of extreme paranoia. He was placed in room 28, a standard patient room filled with just one bed.  
During the first week of being in the asylum, he would scream for his mother every night, just like his foster parents had reported. So a test had ran for a week, 3 sisters, a Priest and Dr. L. had stayed up  to see when he would scream for his mother; After the test was being run for several nights, the research had showed that he would scream for his mother every night at 2:15 a.m., the same time his mother had died, when she was at the hospital with Henry. 
After understanding the research, Dr. L. had performed shock therapy. The shock therapy was brutal for the child, nothing but screams and tears from the excruciating pain. 
The next morning, when a sister went to give him food she claimed that she saw burn markings on his face and tears rolling down his eyes. She claimed that she had fed him some breakfast at least enough for him to walk; she mentioned how it was easy to tell that he was having trouble chewing and swallowing, the sister said that when she helped Henry to get up, he had  just dropped to the floor and started to cry. When the nun asked why he was crying; the boy replied with, "I can't feel my legs, I can't stand, help me, help me please!" 
The boy was later diagnosed with polio.
After two months of polio, he had died.

That's when I decided to close the file and move onto another one, after placing the file down I couldn't help but cry, I thought of what that poor child had went through and how sad it must have been for him and his mother to go through that, but what about his father?

My dreams

I had the weirdest dream ever, at first I heard a really loud scream, then in a flash I saw a girl wearing, oh wait, I couldn't see what she was wearing. Uuummm, oh yeah, she had huge scared eyes and no lower jaw, her tongue was just hanging out of her mouth, it was in fact pretty freaky. Even with just one glimpse you could see full on detail, the saddest part about the dream, I actually did not imagine it.... I know freaky.